As the venom sac and gallbladder in its abdomen were both crushed, a strange scent blending bitterness and sweetness immediately spread throughout the entire inner tomb.
Jiang Dali did not notice anything unusual at first. He forced his way free from the still-twitching, thick, slick serpent body with both arms, freeing his body, now naked and reddened, his skin burning with pain. His feet landed heavily on the slippery ground covered in venom and viscous blood.
A wave of dizziness and heat rose from his head and chest, and he nearly stumbled and fell.
"Hmm!?"
Jiang Dali vigorously shook his head twice, still assuming it was the poison's effect. Raising both palms, he prepared to gather Adamantine True Qi and purge the toxins.
Even with his poison-immune physique in the Golden Bell Indestructible Body state, he could barely withstand the Eight-headed Serpent's venomous damage.
It could only be said that this poison surpassed all poisons, its toxicity far exceeding even that of the Demon Dragon.
Yet the moment he gathered his qi, he felt his entire body grow even hotter. The vital energy he had mobilized seemed to be instantly ignited by some flame-like toxin in the air, transforming into countless streaks of fire racing through the meridians in all four limbs and throughout his body.
His whole body seemed about to burst into flames. His resolute, handsome face abruptly flushed crimson, his eyes burned, and his head swelled with dizziness.
In that instant, the scene of his encounter with Murong Qingqing outside the tomb entrance—an encounter beyond the physical—unbiddenly surfaced in his mind again. The need rooted deep within his soul and body was immediately magnified.
"This is... not good!"
Jiang Dali's expression changed slightly. With a low shout, astonishing divine light burst from his eyes as he prepared